Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

Reven pov

I woke up this morning feeling a little sick, my body heavy as if I had been carrying weights in my sleep. My wolf was quiet–too quiet.

Unlike her usual self, she hadn’t said a single word since last night. No sarcastic remarks, no soothing whispers, nothing. Just silence. And that silence unsettled me more than anything else. It felt wrong, unnatural.

Wolves weren’t supposed to retreat like that unless something was seriously off.

Pushing the thought aside, I dragged myself into the shower, letting the hot water pound against my skin. I tilted my head back, eyes closed, hoping the steam would loosen the knot of unease in my chest. But it didn’t. If anything, the heat only reminded me of the fire burning inside me–a fire I couldn’t name.

When I stepped out, the mirror greeted me with a pale reflection. My eyes looked tired, the kind of tired that no amount of sleep could cure. I dressed quickly in my training clothes, my hands moving on instinct. That’s when my gaze landed on the letter resting on the dressing mirror.

It sat there like a challenge, mocking me. I picked it up slowly, gripping it tightly, feeling the weight of the words inside even though I hadn’t written them. Today, I had decided I would show Alpha Ethan this letter. I’d shove it right in his face if I had to.

Maybe then he’d realize that not everyone was like him. Not everyone was cruel, controlling, and heartless. Not everyone thrived on crushing others beneath their boot.

With that thought burning like a brand in my mind, I walked out of my room and headed straight to his. My heart thudded hard against my ribs, each step echoing in the quiet hallway.

I didn’t knock–I never did anymore. What was the point of formalities when there was nothing formal about what we were?

But when I pushed the door open, the room was empty.

My brows knitted together, confusion giving way to irritation. Where was he? My eyes swept across the space, lingering on the perfectly made bed, the scent of his cologne hanging faintly in the air like a ghost.

Then it hit me: his other room. The one he went to when he wanted space or when he didn’t want anyone finding him.

My pulse quickened, anger simmering in my veins. Fine. If he wanted space, I’d invade it. If he wanted privacy, he wouldn’t get it. Not from

1. me.

Clutching the letter so tightly the edges bit into my palm, I stormed down the hallway. I didn’t knock this time either, telling myself there was no need. He didn’t deserve that courtesy. With a sharp push, I shoved the door open

And froze.

The world tilted beneath my feet. My breath hitched, and my vision tunneled until all I could see was the scene in front of me.

Alpha Ethan… on the bed. And a girl by his side.

My brain refused to process it at first. For a fleeting second, I convinced myself it was a trick of the light, a cruel mirage my exhaustion had conjured. But then the girl shifted slightly, her hair spilling like a dark curtain over his arm, and reality came crashing down like a collapsing

roof.

The letter slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a sound I barely registered. My fingers felt numb. My heart, God, my heart was a drum beaten by angry fists.

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Chapter 157

Before they could notice me, before his piercing eyes could lock onto mine and destroy whatever fragments of dignity I had left, i spun on my heel, slammed the door, and bolted.

My vision blurred, hot tears burning but refusing to fall. A misunderstanding–that’s all it had been between us. Just a stupid, stupid misunderstanding. And he… he went ahead and cheated? The ache in my chest tightened, clawing through my ribs like wildfire.

I didn’t stop running until I reached the training grounds. My lungs screamed for air, my legs trembling, but I forced myself into the drills. Every punch, every block, every spin was mechanical.

My body moved because it had to, not because I wanted it to. My mind wasn’t there–it was back in that room, replaying that image like a cursed filmstrip. His face. That bed. That betrayal.

Somehow, I survived training without collapsing. When it was over, I dragged myself back to my room, sweat drying cold on my skin. I didn’t bother eating. I didn’t bother thinking. I just collapsed onto the bed and let the darkness swallow me whole, hoping that sleep would erase everything–even if just for a few hours.

A sound woke me. Persistent. Constant. Annoying.

I blinked my eyes open to find darkness had fallen outside. My body ached, my head heavy. The sound came again, sharp and rhythmic. I sat up slowly, rubbing my face, and realized it wasn’t coming from the door or the window. No, it was coming from inside the room.

Frowning, I slipped out of bed and followed the noise. It led me to the drawer where I’d hidden the phone connected to the tracking device. My fingers fumbled as I pulled it out, unlocked the screen, and froze.

My blood ran cold.

Olivia wasn’t in the pack house anymore.

For a moment, I just stared, my thoughts scattering like dry leaves in a storm. Then Beta Matthew’s words crashed through my memory, his warning echoing loud and clear.

He was right.

Without another thought, I threw on a jacket, shoved the phone in my pocket, and slipped out of the room. Rules didn’t matter. Curfew didn’t matter. All that mattered was finding out what she was up to.

The night air bit at my skin as I slipped into the woods. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the crunch of leaves under my boots and the frantic pounding of my heart. Branches clawed at my clothes, and damp earth clung stubbornly to my soles, but I didn’t stop.

Minutes blurred into an hour. The phone vibrated one last time before the signal stilled. Whoever Olivia was with… they were here.

I lifted my head, scanning the shadows. Nothing. Just trees standing like silent sentinels. My frustration mounted, but then–a sound. Voices. Faint but clear enough to make my stomach twist into knots.

I crept closer, each step measured, my breaths shallow. The trees parted, and the clearing beyond made my blood freeze.

The pack border.

I ducked behind a thick trunk, peering out cautiously. And then I saw her, Olivia, standing with a man I recognized immediately. One of the guards who worked the cells.

My chest tightened painfully. What was she doing here with him?

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